The Timeless One: The Sundered Lands Saga, #3

By Lexy Wolfe

The students of Almek’s true test begins as they learn to embrace the power and knowledge of the Guardians of Time. But their sacred haven is not the sanctuary it used to be... 

The tight-knit group of friends discovers a curse born during the war between the warriors and mages that, if not stopped, threatens to destroy not only them, but all hope for healing the Timeless One.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BHC Press/Indigo
• Release date: Jun 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386555728

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Chapter 1

Like scattered stars embedded in the cavern walls, the moonstone glowed softly, shimmering across the cavern's spring-fed pool. The water's inky black color spoke to its unfathomable depths. A carefully carved and polished slab of stone occupied the space between the spring and the wall. A tall, pale-skinned man with pitch black hair, hands crossed over his chest, laid as if in death. His garments were elegantly refined, an indigo blue edged in silver that verged to black in the dim light.

The moonstones glow increased to the intensity of the full moon on a clear, winter's night as the water erupted with the emergence of a woman. Her obsidian eyes were sharp contrast to her pale blonde hair and skin as white as marble. She pulled herself out, revealing her lower half to be fish-like. She regarded the unmoving man. Kendle, you are a divine servant. Do you not think it is time you stop punishing yourself?

No, Timeless One, the man stated simply, not opening his eyes. I failed twice. The consequences and shame of my failure know no boundary. I betrayed her trust. That I must live with the memory of my transgressions for eternity pales in comparison to my sins.

The goddess sighed, absently combing her fingers through her wet hair. The First Sundering was hardly your fault. The separation had already begun and could not have been stopped much less reversed, regardless of what anyone would have done. Even we of the Ancient Triad. That the woman you grieve for had held it back for as long as she had is phenomenal. Remarkable for a mortal, really.

It does not absolve me of my failure! Kendle opened his eyes, deep blue depths flashing with annoyance. She asked me to stop the war that sundered the lands into two. To protect her people. We Roylat were to serve the mortals. Instead, some of us fractured into the Totani and Trisari factions. Those of us who remained undecided instigated quarrels to determine which was the stronger faction. Until we caused the land itself to shatter. We failed in our sacred duties. Rolling onto his side, his back to the goddess, he stated tonelessly, We should have been slain, not given the mercy of eternal imprisonment.

The goddess was silent, her expression filled with sad sympathy. When she spoke, her voice was gentle. The others failed, Kendle. You did not. You made the honest attempt to stop the war between the Totani and Trisari. But they were beyond reason by that time. You were fortunate to have survived yourself.

Kendle shifted to look over his shoulder dubiously. The Timeless One smiled wanly. Mortals are not merely ignorant, helpless puppets that follow the whims and directions of the divine servants that protect them. Divine servants follow mortal desires as much as mortals follow divine ones. And once the mortals were entrenched on a specific path, it was impossible to change their course, only mitigate the damage that resulted. The Timeless One watched as Kendle rose, pacing the chamber. You were not punished because you truly repented. You alone of the Roylat are not bound to the World Spine as are the rest of the Kings and Queens. The only thing that holds you here is your own sense of guilt.

"It matters not. I should be imprisoned! Kendle shouted, spinning on the goddess with fists clenched. She counted me as her friend, and I condemned her to thousands of years of torment because when I had the chance to redeem myself, I gave into my own selfish wants and I did exactly as she said, not as she intended. Bowing his head as he sat on his stone bed, back to the goddess, he said in a low voice, How can I walk free knowing she is trapped in an endless cycle of torture because of my actions during the Second Sundering?"

This self retribution has gotten excessive, Kendle. In a bored voice, the Timeless One stated, I would have thought you would be eager to correct your mistakes after all this time and finally redeem yourself. The words did not register in Kendle's mind for several moments.

The man looked up sharply. What? How? The rift that divides the children of magic and the children of might is not simply one of ideology. It is physical. None have crossed paths since the world practically fell apart and nearly destroyed all the ancient trinity had created. The warriors do not leave their domain, and the mages do not try to enter it.

You do not know. The goddess tilted her head to one side, studying him speculatively. Have you been turned within for so long, you no longer sense what happens without? Come to me. With only a heartbeat of hesitation, Kendle rose and stood before the mermaid. She reached out to him, touching his cheek in a tender caress. Clear your heart and mind. Look beyond your prison.

His eyes closed to the soothing touch. Moments later, they flew open. By the sacred river, she is here?! Kendle looked at the Timeless One, his anxiety tempering his hope. They are all here? Clasping her hand in both of his, he asked in a whisper, Is this Your doing, Mistress? That they are here?

The Timeless One laughed quietly, withdrawing her hand from his. Did I set things into motion? Only so much as it was My edict that inadvertently created this perpetual cycle. The world I and My siblings created is a life unto itself and always seeks balance.

Kendle bowed his head as he sank to his knees. Mistress, forgive me for allowing myself to become mired in--

Stop. The time for blame and grief is past. There is much work to be done, My servant, the goddess stated, her interruption gentle but firm. The time for waiting is ended. The cycle of suffering must end, else all that we hold dear will collapse. You are the only one free to do what needs to be done. Will you serve Me, Kendle?

Yes. Kendle looked up to the goddess. I will not fail You, my Lady.

Chapter 2

The Fortress of Time, a looming mountain that stood apart from the chain called the World Spine, cast its shadow over the sprawling town of Sharindel. The thunder of hooves echoed off the polished marble walls of the elegant buildings. The labyrinthine streets were already lined with the curious as word spread of Dusvet Guardian Almek's return and his new students he traveled with. Attention was given most to the unconscious pair borne by their fellows. Did you hear? were the words repeated so often, that they could be heard over the sound of the many horses. They opened a portal! But isn't that impossible?

Skyfire seethed with anger, his golden brown eyes dark. He tightened his protective hold on the unconscious woman in his arms and tugged the cowl of her cloak up in an effort to conceal her from so many watching eyes. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he tensed, arm raised to strike. He relaxed somewhat when he saw Terrence. What is wrong? the young mage asked.

I hate being at the mercy of outlander 'kindness.' The bitterness off his last word spoke volumes towards the Desanti man's distrust.

Don't worry, the younger Forentan mage reassured quietly in the Swordanzen tongue. None of us will let anything happen to Storm or Ash while they recover. Do not let these others witnessing their moment of weakness upset you. He added in a low voice, Have faith in the rest of us.

Skyfire growled, I have no doubts about you and the others. You have earned our trust. He pressed his lips together for a moment as the animals slowed. Being exposed when weakened is a risk even among our own people. I trust outlanders even less. I do not like this.

Chuckling softly, Terrence replied, I didn't say you had to like it, my friend. Just don't stab anyone today.

The group came to a stop in the courtyard of a small complex of buildings. Wide stairs, in the same golden tan as most of the other buildings, led up to double doors of a sprawling edifice. Stable hands emerged from the accompanying stables to hold the horses still while the riders dismounted and collected their gear. The drizzen and drizar stretched out their heads, baring sharp, long teeth, hissing as they shifted into an attack stance. Backpedaling, the stable hands wisely kept well away.

The Vodani Unsvet in charge of the scouting party walked up two steps to assess the newcomers, the orange Guardian mark on his cheek flashing in the afternoon sunlight. Adept Ophilia! He waved a hand towards Skyfire and Emaris. Show them inside so their companions can be made comfortable.

The Forentan woman nodded once, not even looking back as she started up the stairs. Yes, Unsvet Jaison. Not hearing the men behind her, she turned to snap at the pair bearing Storm and Ash. Hurry up! You will be able to-- eeek! Coming nose to nose with the drizar, Ophilia shrieked and fell onto her rump. Bronze-capped horns caught the light as he bared teeth at the woman, hissing balefully. "What the hells is that thing?!"

Don' worry, lass. They just be followin' their Swordanzen, Emil called helpfully.

Ophilia skittered up a few stairs away from the growling creature. They can't come inside! Look what they are doing to the marble!

Drizar! Skyfire went to the animal. He spoke in low, soothing tones, apology clear in his voice. The drizar nuzzled Storm with a worried sound before he reluctantly turned back down the stairs and followed the horses and the female drizzen into the stables. His mournful keen was as unsettling as it was poignant.

Emil looked over his shoulder as he hefted his and his brother Emaris's gear from the horses. Don't normally feel sorry for 'im, but I kinda feel bad. He looked up the stairs as Skyfire and Emaris disappeared inside. I be worried about 'em, too.

The Vodani bard dropped to the ground lightly. "I am more worried what will happen if something does happen to Storm, Mureln stated grimly as he adjusted his mandolin across his back. The drizar is an untamed beast. She is the only one who holds any real sway over him."

Nothing will happen to Storm or Ash! Terrence snapped, his blue eyes flashing with emotion. "They will be fine. Don't even think otherwise!" He turned away from the three's surprise and stalked up the stairs alone.

Is it jus' me, or do it seem he be actin' more like a temperamental Desanti than a cold Forentan? Emil asked dryly as he hefted the last of the gear off the horses with a grunt.

We are all worried about Storm and Ash, Taylin said softly, her hand touching the slight swell of her abdomen. She blinked as Mureln took her gear and smiled fondly at the bard. I am pregnant, beloved, not helpless.

I don't want you taking more risks than you need to, my heart, Mureln said, kissing her cheek. Come on. Let's get settled in.

Jaison went to Almek, hand to the aged Dusvet Guardian's elbow as the man dismounted. Almek, are you sure about this? the Unsvet asked in a low voice. I knew you were seeking potentials who were masters like Taylin. But... He looked up the stairs as the last of the group disappeared inside. "God-touched? And Desanti? You know this will not settle well with the traditionalists. They already have issues with the idea of lesser magic masteries mingling with temporal."

Straightening, his eyes bright despite the weight of age that deepened his wrinkles and turned his once brown hair the purest of whites, Almek stated, Well, then, that will be their problem, won't it? Waiting for Jaison to collect his gear for him, Almek met the younger Guardian's eyes. They possess undeniable gifts of the Timeless One's domain as well as their own masteries. Nor will they be intimidated by those selfsame traditionalists who inhibit many of the Adepts into failure. He smiled faintly as he started up the stairs. I rather look forward to the ripples they will cause.

'Ripples' is being too generous, Almek, Jaison grumbled.

Chapter 3

This building serves as the dormitory for potential Guardian Adepts, Ophilia informed the pair behind her. The hall opposite this one leads to the Guardians' rooms and the servants' level. Skyfire growled, glowering at the young woman's pretentiousness. Falling silent, she opened the first door they arrived at which led to an elegant room. She stood to one side to allow Emaris entry.

Interposing herself between the room and Skyfire, Ophilia stated with cold hostility, pointing down the hall, This will be the Illaini Magus' room. The woman--

Skyfire lowered a flint-like glare on her. They stay together, he stated implacably.

Impossible! It would not be proper-- Ophilia began when Lyra appeared suddenly in front of her.

The more slender Lyra's fair features were contorted with a frown of disapproval. Master Ash would wish Mistress Storm to be with him. We will take care of them. She pointed towards the main room imperiously. I suggest you leave.

Ophilia's eyes widened. Excuse me? Do you know who I am?

I don't really care who you are. Lyra crossed her arms as she stood her ground. "I know who they are, and they are who matter to me." Grabbing Ophilia by the arm, she firmly steered her out of the way, letting Skyfire pass through. Lyra shut the door behind him, but it did not muffle the loud, hostile discussion between her and Ophilia.

Once Storm and Ash were resting on the beds, Skyfire and Emaris looked at each other. I will stand first watch over them, the Desanti stated to the gypsy. Both men flinched when pottery smashed against the door. Mureln's sharp tones rose over Ophilia's outraged shout, then all was quiet again.

The large gypsy smirked and gestured in sign language. Skyfire managed a smile through his worry for Storm and Ash. Yes, Lyra has gotten much bolder. Storm would be proud of her. Skyfire nodded to Emaris's gesture towards Ash. Yes. I think he would be pleased, too.

When the hallway was quiet again, Skyfire asked in a quiet voice, Watch over Lyra for me. Be her strength in my place. Emaris nodded once, clasping Skyfire's arm in a brotherly gesture before leaving the room. Skyfire sat on the floor between the beds. Once alone, all the fear he suppressed bubbled to the surface. He put his hands on their shoulders. Please survive, he whispered, agonized. Both of you. Don't leave me alone.

Chapter 4

The motley group looked up as Ophilia stalked into the main room, fuming. Turning to face the two behind her, she put her hands on her hips officiously. Just wait until Dusvet Almek finds out what you--

Flinging her hands outward to brush Mureln's consoling hands off her, Lyra stalked after Ophilia, looking quite ready to continue their vocal discussion more directly. Lyra's fair skin flushed deep red with her anger. "I will do more than lay my hands on you if you interfere with Storm or Skyfire again. My duty is to the Desanti first!"

You nearly hit me with a vase! It is forbidden to lay hands on a Guardian in conflict! Wagging her finger at Lyra, Ophilia stated archly, You just wait until I tell-- Her words cut off when Lyra grabbed Ophilia's shirt front, her fist cocked to pummel the other Forentan-born woman.

Mureln hurried over to step between the pair again before they came to physical blows. Enough! This is not helping anyone! An atypical frown darkened his Vodani features. What is the matter with you two?

Lyra pointed back to the hallway, her eyes wild with emotion. Have you seen them?! she demanded. I can't lose them. I-I don't know what I'll do if they... if they don't... When Emaris put his hand on her shoulder, Lyra abruptly turned and buried herself against him, sobbing. Awkwardly, Emaris put his arms around her, patting her back uncertainly.

Emil's normally jovial demeanor was strained as he walked over. C'mon, lass, let's go an' sit over here. I be sure that th' mage and Swordanzen'll be fine. Just tired, ye know? Lotta work holdin' a portal open.

Ophilia crossed her arms, muttering under her breath. She blinked and took an involuntary step back when Mureln leveled a hard look on her. Guardians, he stated tonelessly, are supposed to be open minded and understanding. You, he dismissed as he turned away, have a lot to learn, girl.

What?! Hey, you can't talk to me like that, Ophilia began, flushing deep crimson when Mureln simply waved her off dismissively as he rejoined Taylin.

Yes, he can talk to you like that, Terrence stated in a low voice, neither condemning nor sympathetic to Ophilia. Regardless of the different disciplines, he is still a master, and you are only a student. He has every right to take you to task. Terrence absently ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair in an unconscious gesture of nervousness. We are all very worried about Storm and Ash. They are our friends.

Ophilia's eyes went wide as she reflexively covered her mouth with both hands. Great Mother of Knowledge, she whispered. You are Illaini Magus?

I am, Terrence stated. Looking towards the hall, he said, I am also Master Ash's student. He fell silent as the others did, their eyes drawn towards Almek and Jaison as the two Guardians entered from outside. Their own discussions fell to murmurs as they watched the pair from the corners of their eyes.

The Unsvet's expression was grave as he stood before Almek, arms crossed. Dusvet, I can remain with your students until they have been tested. You should return to Fortress immediately. Delaying further only risks--

Almek leveled an implacable look on Jaison. I'm fine. You know very well there is no risk to me to wait here. Just being in the shadow of Fortress eases my deterioration.

Feeling the eyes of the group on them, Jaison kept his voice low, flicking a glance towards them with a frown. Don't try to placate me, Almek. You know I can 'see' beyond the grey hair and wrinkles. The Unsvet pressed his lips together as he paused to collect himself. It is foolish--

Without his typical lightheartedness, the Dusvet stated flatly, I must remain with my students. Almek looked towards them with a reassuring smile. They need me, despite my aggravated antiquity.

There is nothing that you can do for them until the Unseen have assessed them, Jaison pointed out, his voice pitched for Almek's ears alone. "You were always the one who discouraged acts of sentimentality. It is more practical that you return so you can recover!"

The Dusvet scowled, his voice flat. The circumstances are different this time. My presence offers them the stability of familiarity when all else is unfamiliar to them.

Everyone who comes here from the outside is unfamiliar with Sharindel and Fortress. They get over eventually. We all had to. Jaison crossed his arms stubbornly. I understand respecting them for their masteries, but giving them preferential treatment just because of that will not serve them or Fortress well. Almek did not respond verbally, merely arching an eyebrow. Look, if they require babysitting, I can do it just as well as you. You must think about yourself right now. We can't lose you!

Almek looked aggrieved. I am not now nor will I be lost. I appreciate your anxiety, and your offer to take my place. And while you are an excellent Guardian, you are not me. We have endured much together, Jaison. And they do not easily accept new people to their numbers. And they possess a fierce independence. No matter how you approach them, they aren't going to readily listen to anyone other than me. Look at them. Can't you see the distrust in their eyes when they look at you? At anyone else but me? Pointedly, he stated, "You have to earn their trust, and trying to separate me from them at this juncture will not enamor you to them in any fashion. If you remember, I did much the same for you when I brought you here." The Unsvet flushed at the rebuke.

Almek sighed, putting his hand on the other man's shoulder. We only just arrived with two of our number near death. Give them the courtesy of time. It may have been over a century ago, but you should remember what entering Fortress was like even without having endured such a traumatic experience as they have.

I have never forgotten, Almek, Jaison stated, unable to meet his eyes. But--

Eyes flashing with atypical impatience, Almek stated firmly, They will not be separated from me, nor will I be separated from them, until I know Storm and Ash have survived the ordeal and they all have been accepted. If taking them over the threshold into Sanctuary's area without the Unseen's approval were an option, I would do it. But the stress of crossing the threshold, especially on two hovering between life and death would be the height of callous thoughtlessness. Such a venture would undoubtedly seal the fate of Storm and Ash, and I will not do that to two who risked everything for me.

Jaison pressed his lips together in annoyance. You need not lecture me, Almek. He looked in the direction Storm and Ash were. But as you said, the Githalin Swordanzen and Illaini Magus nearly died for you. I should think they would wish you to return to our Mistress's restoring embrace to ensure their sacrifice meant something!

Almek's eyes darkened in anger. Yes, but I know they would doubt they succeeded unless they see me for themselves. The least I can do for them now is to remain until they have recovered.

If they recover. The Unsvet crossed his arms. "I can tell them--"

They will not believe I live unless they see me for themselves. Feeling the attention on them when he spoke louder than he meant, Almek grabbed Jaison's arm, turning him away from the intent eyes of his students. He added in a low voice, And I must know for myself they survive, that they will all be well. You well know once I go to our mistress, I will not be able to leave until She has mended the ravages the time energies has made of me. It will be months before I could possibly emerge from seclusion. Likely years before She allows me beyond Her territory's boundaries for having come so close to death again. I cannot leave without knowing they live.

The two men glared at each other until the Unsvet sighed, looking away. Forgive me, Dusvet. To see how close you-- He cut his words off, shaking his head sharply. I don't want to think about what losing you would mean. I wish I could ignore seeing how bad off you are, but I can't.

Almek placed a fatherly hand on Jaison's shoulder. You always were much more perceptive than any other Guardian I have known. Thanks to this journey, I finally understand why.

You do? Jaison's demeanor became guarded.

Your perception is a gift of your father's heritage. Jaison looked askance at Almek at the term 'gift,' but remained silent. Almek put a hand at Jaison's back, guiding him a little further away from the cluster of his students. I discovered the Desanti have a keen gift for Guardian talents. Since less physical approaches to obstacles are such a foreign concept to them, I will need you to guide the Swordanzen to embrace the Guardian arts.

Jaison stopped short, staring at the Dusvet. You want me to do what? Are you kidding, Almek? The Vodani man shook his head bitterly. As far as anyone knows, I am only Vodani, and Desanti acceptance of Vodani is minimal at best. A racial kinship does not mean unquestioning acceptance. I may not be viewed as an outlander, but I am still a foreigner.

The Swordanzen will accept you if you are strong enough to earn their respect, regardless of what you are, Terrence stated from behind Almek and Jaison. As the two Guardians turned to regard Terrence with mild surprise at his unexpected presence, the young man met their gazes with unflinching gravity. Forgive me for interrupting your discussion, Dusvet, he stated with formal sincerity. But--

Smiling warmly, Almek put his arm around the young man to draw him closer. Unsvet Jaison, I would like you to meet Terrence. He is the newest Illaini Magus.

Jaison blinked in surprise, looking the young man over. There has not been an Illaini Magus within Forenta for nearly three centuries, and you bring two? And two Githalin Swordanzen? He looked over towards the others. I expected perhaps another master or two. But god-touched?

You do not seem surprised about there being two Githalin, Almek observed.

Terrence interrupted again, but this time with some annoyance. Dusvet, Unsvet, please, I must speak of a matter of great urgency. Once he got their surprised attentions, he continued with impatience. Gods willing, Storm and Ash should be awakening soon. But with having put so much of themselves into the spell, I suspect they are both in danger of-- he began, when an unholy shriek of pain broke the peace in the main room. The young man scowled and swore under his breath. Taylin! he commanded, running towards Storm and Ash's room. The others were hard on his heels.

Chapter 5

The room was lit only by the dim late afternoon sunlight as the day waned. Seated on the floor with his legs drawn up, Skyfire rested his head on his arms, quietly praying for the two unconscious people he watched over. He looked up sharply as pain shot through his arm, radiating from his Totani mark as the silver mountain cat reached out to him. The worry and fear he sensed alarmed him. Kailee! What is it?

Something is wrong with Storm, the silver mountain cat Totani said anxiously. Thandar is so distressed, he is incoherent.

On his knees by Storm's bed, Skyfire touched the woman's face, the Totani's alarm adding to his own. Storm? he called uncertainly, feeling the suddenly building tension in the woman as pain tightened her features. With only a fraction of a moment of warning, Skyfire tried to dodge when Storm lashed out blindly. He collapsed to the floor, pain shooting through his broken jaw. The Desanti woman grabbed her head and screamed in mortal agony.

The door burst open as Skyfire shakily attempted to push himself up off the floor, holding his jaw. The Swordanzen woman's face contorted as she screamed in anguish, clutching her head so desperately, her nails dug gouges into her scalp. Weakly trying to sit up, Ash struggled to reach her, his own expression contorted with incapacitating, skull-splitting pain that was second to the distress he sensed from his lifemate. Storm?!

Get out of my way! Taylin demanded imperiously, pushing her way past Jaison and Terrence. The healer turned instinctively to protect her unborn when Storm lashed out blindly again, taking the strike to her hip. Stumbling back a few steps, the healer looked even more determined. She grabbed Storm's flailing fist, tenaciously holding on as she focused on easing the Swordanzen's pain, the power she used glowing blindingly bright electric blue.

Slowly, Storm relaxed, sobbing with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Soothingly, Taylin rested her hand across Storm's brow. Several minutes passed before Storm finally rested quietly in sleep, though there was no peace in her expression.

Storm? Ash called with growing urgency, reaching blindly. Storm, where are you?!

Shhh, Taylin soothed as she sat beside him, holding his reaching hand in hers as she brushed her fingers along his temple. The Forentan man sagged back onto the bed with a groan of relief as the Sevmanan woman eased his pain. She is okay, Ash. Storm is okay, she crooned. Rest now.

Once the crisis was past, Taylin took a deep breath before standing and turning a stern glare on the rest staring in confusion. All of you, leave. Whatever is afflicting them is not done yet. There is much work for me to do to keep ahead of the damage and the less distraction I have, the better. Nobody moved. She scowled and pointed. Get out! When Almek turned in mute obedience, Jaison and the others followed silently. Terrence looked back, unable to conceal his worry behind the Forentan façade of impassivity completely, then shut the door quietly behind him.

Once alone with the three, Taylin turned and knelt by Skyfire, her hand along his jaw as she healed the broken bone only enough for him to function. She managed a gentle, encouraging smile for the man. You should have ducked so she didn't break your jaw, she pointed out.

I did, Skyfire stated sourly, rubbing his sore but mostly mended jaw. If I had not, she would have killed me. Looking down at Storm, he touched her cheek with the back of his fingers gently. You must understand. She did not mean to strike either of us. In Desantiva, we would become prey to those who only seek glory in defeating Swordanzen, even in honorless battles during our moments of weakness. It was purely instinct she lashed out with.

How could I blame her? I could sense her pain from the hall. Bright, like a lightning strike, but growing only brighter. Taylin's gaze rested on Storm, expression sad. I am glad I was able to spare you from the others witnessing you being healed. I never can do so for her.

I understand. Catching Taylin's hand, he kissed her palm lightly. Thank you, Master Healer, for accepting Desanti ways. It means much to Storm and I that you try to accommodate us.

Taylin blushed brightly as she stood up. You are welcome, Githalin Swordanzen. Her expression grew troubled again, reaching to put her hand on Storm's forehead lightly. The damaging pressure and pain is building again. I must remain with them until the danger passes. Go. Taylin assured gently, I will look after them now. Lyra needs you more at the moment.

Skyfire tensed in alarm and some guilt for his preoccupation with Storm. Lyra is hurt?

Taylin smiled reassuringly. No, no. But she is worried sick. Nearly came to blows with Adept Ophilia. Skyfire could not help but smile at that. She is trying to be brave for you and Storm, but it is difficult for her. Her smile faded. And you will need her to watch over you while I work.

Looking at Storm, she stated, Ash is very drained, and he is suffering from a headache so painful he can barely see. But for Storm... it is beyond that. It is doing physical harm even as we speak. They both require healing. My own energy was enough this time. Touching the blood crystal pendant that let her draw on the two Swordanzen before drawing on her unborn child's life energy, she murmured, But now it will require more than I have alone, and I am afraid my healing will do her more harm than good.

Understanding the Sevmanan woman's concern, Skyfire shook his head. You need not worry. You will draw from the stronger of us first. He clasped her hand briefly. Do what you must to save them both, Master Healer. To keep the Raging One's daughter alive, the Totani will keep me alive. Hesitating only a moment more, Skyfire turned and left the room.

Before she could turn back to Storm, Ash roused and struggled to get up. Taylin quickly went to his side, trying to restrain him. He weakly tried to push her away even as she brushed her fingers through his hair, seeking any hidden damage she either missed or he was developing. Ash, please, you must rest so you can recover your strength.

Ash stared with glassy-eyed sightlessness, reaching out. Taylin! Where is Storm? he begged pitifully. I cannot feel her. I can't... Where is she? Tell me she is not lost. Please! I cannot live without her. I can't--

She lives, Ash, Taylin assured. Please, you must relax. You are very weak right now. You can't--

The mage shook his head slightly, struggling to sit up. How-how bad is she? he asked flatly. Taylin caught him as he nearly fell off the bed in his determined effort to reach Storm. The chlayxin... I did not realize she would... He grimaced, gritting his teeth as he pushed the throbbing in his head back. ...suffer with me. I thought it was... that she tired from the scrying... not that she shared in the spell... It should not have happened this way. She has so little experience...

Realizing the futility of trying to stop him, Taylin got her shoulder under the mage to help him to Storm's side. Ash fumbled to touch Storm's clammy, grey-tinged cheek, then felt for the pulse along her throat. She is not dead. His voice caught with his relief, bowing his head, his forehead pressed against hers. Mother, bless you. Her spirit is not lost. His relief was short-lived as he brushed his fingers over her brow, his touch providing only nominal ease to the woman. But she hovers so close to the blade's edge...

Taylin did not insult the Illaini Magus by trying to sugarcoat the situation, her words blunt and factual. It is bad. Something nearly burst inside her brain. If I had not gotten to her when I had, she would have died. Putting a hand on Ash's shoulder, she said in a low voice, Storm still may die, Ash. Whatever is hurting her returns in surges like gusts of wind. It physically tears at her and she is... very weak. It is not within my power to restore her soul or her energy. I can only try to keep ahead of the damage, but I am afraid it may be futile.

No. I will not lose her. Not now, he whispered. He leaned forward to press his lips to Storm's brow for several long moments. The grey of death slowly eased from the Desanti woman's complexion while his face turned grey as he depleted what little strength he had left. He sat up, a small smile of satisfaction curling his lips before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Ash! Taylin caught him as he collapsed, keeping him from falling to the floor. Once assured he had not killed himself, she eased him by Storm's side, putting his arm around the Desanti woman's waist. She could not help but smile sadly as she brushed his hair straight. Any fool who gets between a man and the woman he loves deserves whatever they get. Once settled, both mage and warrior relaxed as he laced his fingers with hers unconsciously.

Taylin murmured, I will not lose either of you. I promise you both that. As Storm's face reflected the surge of pain, Taylin became even more grimly determined. Sitting on Storm's other side, she placed her hands on Storm's forehead and over her heart, closing her eyes and bringing every healing lesson and instinct to bear on the silent battle for life.

Chapter 6

As the door to Storm and Ash's room was shut, the others traded bewildered looks. What the hell just happened? Mureln asked in bewilderment. When both Almek and Jaison's expressions were one of guilt, Terrence scowling accusingly at them both, the bard demanded, You know what happened to them? What is going on?!

Terrence's blue eyes flashed as he brushed strands of dirty blonde hair out of his eyes irritably. "We mages called what Storm and Ash are suffering the chlayxin. I was trying to warn Almek and him about it, Terrence stated tersely, arms crossed. But they did not give me the chance. He closed his eyes and said, I should have realized sooner..."

Mureln frowned. Chlayxin? I've never heard of any such thing before.

Terrence sighed. You would not have because it is only whispered about within the circles of mages because it is our greatest weakness. Looking up apologetically, he continued. I suppose it is best described as magic backlash. It is the price we pay for asserting our will over the fabric of the world around us. He cast a deeply worried look at the closed door. Every spell creates... a physical pressure inside our heads. This is why mages often must chain to cast the most powerful spells.

Ash nearly died when he used the morelmi to sever Amelana's connection to Forentan magic, Almek confirmed unhappily. I should have realized...

Nodding, Terrence said in a low voice, Most never even wake up once they succumb to the energy spent. Some succumb to the physical damage the chlayxin causes first.

Ye mean Storm an' Ash could still die? Emil demanded in alarm. Even after gettin' Almek back here?

The younger Illaini Magus stated with guarded reassurance. They woke up. It is a good sign that they were not totally drained of energy. If they had not awaken within a few hours of the spell, even for a brief moment, they never would have. But now they must survive the physical aspect of the backlash. Storm... is especially vulnerable.

Emil waved a negating hand as the group returned to the main room to wait, the Guardians utterly silent. But th' mage had jus' been usin' her eyes, right? She ain't gots no magic to be doing spells with. Why would doin' magic ha' affected her at all?

Terrence shrugged. Yes, they had been connected so he could share her vision. Between them, only Ash can touch Forentan magicks, but they are both gifted in Guardian magicks, and I suspect the spell called on more Guardian energy than Ash realized it would. Or more likely, Storm gave more of herself to the spell than she should have. He closed his eyes with a sigh. Whatever the reason, she shares the consequences. Consciously or unconsciously, they both were part of the spell. I do not think Ash expected... this result. He would have been more reluctant to make the attempt. Even for Almek.

Mureln's eyes widened as realization dawned. Chaining? So that is how the mages were able to have such a wide effect on Desantiva during the Great War... His voice drifted off as the true horror of what happened to the warrior folk sank in. So not only Desanti were killed, but the Forentan attackers suffered self-inflicted losses as well? Terrence only nodded mutely. Truly a war without a victor, the bard whispered to himself as the others' attentions turned to Almek.

The Dusvet turned away, his serious tones reflecting his self-recrimination. It is true that Guardians suffer when manipulating temporal energy, especially when outside of the Timeless One's territory. I should have considered the potential backlash for them. He regarded his students grimly. It is why I have aged during our travels, and why I would have died if not for Taylin and the Swordanzen pulling me back. But I had not reached beyond my limits as they had, I had five hundred years to fight against. With considerable humility, he turned to the younger Illaini Magus. How long do you feel they will require to fully recover, Master Terrence?

The young Forentan man looked uncomfortable with the title, not meeting Almek's eyes. "It is difficult to say. The use of magic is not very much different from other skills. Greater use increases native capacity and the ability to recover faster. Master Ash has a greater capacity for Forentan magic than anyone in known history. And I hazard that he's likely an acceptable capacity with temporal magic, if he was using it without realizing it before you came to Forenta. For him, a week, perhaps two.

But Mistress Storm... Desanti are unable to touch magic at all. My ancestors ensured that. So she would only have the capacity for time magic. Unless being able to see temporally stretches her? When Jaison shook his head grimly, Terrence sighed. She is a novice by comparison. I don't... know.

Jaison looked troubled. Adepts must be carefully guided to ensure they do not endanger themselves or others by overextending themselves. Illaini Magus Ash's previous manipulations are likely what spares him the amount of torture Storm is suffering. He looked to Almek. I fear that the Githalin Swordanzen woman may not endure, even with Taylin's skills, Dusvet.

What composure Terrence had managed to hold together crumbled at Jaison's opinion. The Forentan man snarled, Master Ash will not lose Storm! She will live. She has to! Turning away, he stalked to his room. Mureln shook his head at Emil and Emaris to let him alone for now.

Lyra started to reach out to Terrence consolingly when Skyfire made a pained sound, staggering. Skyfire! With determination, the slight young woman helped him to a chair in the main room. The others gathered around him in concern.

A grey cast overlaying his dark brown complexion, Skyfire looked up, lips pressed together. Taylin's battle resumes. Grimacing, he tensed to the point every tendon seemed ready to snap. After several agonizing minutes, he abruptly sagged, panting heavily.

If Taylin draws from both of you, Mureln started, going silent at Skyfire's headshake.

Only I support her healing while she tends to them. And the Totani... He swallowed hard. They support my life. Leaning back, he groaned, Kailee's tail, it hurts. He slit his eyes open when he felt a cup bumping his hand and met Mureln's eyes.

We will wait with you, the bard stated simply. Managing the faintest of smiles, Skyfire nodded, draining the cup of alcohol. Mureln caught it before it fell when the pain surged again.

Chapter 7

The sky beyond the thick glass panes in the roof had darkened to night as the hours passed. The remaining members of the group sat at the table of pristine white marble, watching over Skyfire with deeply worried expressions. Even the hulking Emaris ignored the food that had been brought for them.

Emil jumped up when tension rippled across the Desanti's face. Emaris! Better get that glass out o' his hand before he does shatter another'n. He already bled enough as is. The larger gypsy nodded, leaning over to pry the glass out of Skyfire's hand. When the tension drained away, Skyfire sagged limply.

Oh, Skyfire. Lyra hugged him tightly, hiding her face against his neck.

Smiling weakly, Skyfire raised his bandaged hand to stroke her hair. I am fine, he murmured reassuringly. That only served to make Lyra's embrace tighten even more. He accepted the refilled glass from Mureln and drained it without argument before sighing, his head dropping back against the chair with a dull thunk, his breaths wheezing rasps.

That round did not seem to last as long, Mureln offered hopefully.

It did not, Skyfire confirmed. Nor as painful. He sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his cheek atop Lyra's head. I do not think I have ever been so exhausted having done so little. The others traded amazed looks that the Desanti did not consider sacrificing his life energy as an effort. A flicker of tension crossed his features and he opened his eyes. Kailee says Storm is past the worst of the affliction. The chlayxin has ebbed past where it could be fatal to her.

Knowing Taylin, she will continue until she is satisfied Storm is well out of danger. Mureln pushed himself to his feet. You should get some sleep, man. Or at least, try to. You look like you're ready to fall over. The Vodani bard traded worried looks with Emil and Emaris as the gypsies got to their feet. Emaris went to lend a shoulder to Skyfire.

Emil looked at Lyra and said, Go 'head an' take some food so he can eats when he be feelin' more up to it. I'll carry th' drink. The slight Forentan girl nodded, brushing a tendril of pale blonde hair out of her eyes as she did as the wiry gypsy suggested.

Having reemerged from his seclusion to sit with the others, Terrence sat at the table alone as the others helped Skyfire to his and Lyra's room, lost in thought as his fingers idly played with his wineglass. He closed his eyes as he felt Petal shift in his pocket to nestle closer to him and the Knowing One's gentle touch consoling him.

Master Terrence, Almek said with quite humility.

Terrence's expression tightened when Almek said his name. He raised hard blue eyes to regard him, his voice icy. Yes, Dusvet?

Almek tilted his head, concern marking his features. Relax. You should be pleased that Storm and Ash have pulled through.

Terrence's frown deepened. How can you think I am not pleased? Do you think because I am Forentan, I am so heartless I would stop caring about them simply because the Knowing One declared me a master and Illaini Magus?

Almek raised a hand to silence Jaison before he rebuked Terrence for disrespecting him. Of course not, Terrence. The white-haired man sighed. It seems I am the source of your discontent.

Hesitating only a moment, Terrence agreed flatly. You and everyone in this Sharindel are, Dusvet Guardian. We may be masters, but we are looked down on and dismissed out of hand by mere students and servants. I tried warning you about the backlash, but you got wrapped up in social pleasantries and completely disregarded me. He held up his right hand, the sleeve falling to his elbow to expose the forest green and gold eternal braid that shimmered in the light. The Knowing One chose me to serve Her. I cannot serve Her if no one is listening to me! Just because none of the people here give a damn about any of us--

I never said I didn’t give a damn, Jaison snapped back, his olive complexion darkening with anger.

Terrence leaned forward and responded in similar tones, Your words mean little. Your actions speak louder than any words. You do not want us here. We are outsiders. Foreigners. Jaison sat back, blinking in surprise at the nearly tangible hostility. Terrence got to his feet. I expect such attitudes in Forenta and Sevmana both. It is a grievous flaw of character of those born of the Forenten line. His bitter disappointment carried in his voice. "But to see it in a Vodani? I know what to expect from Fortress now. Thank you for that lesson, Unsvet."

Without waiting to be dismissed, Terrence stalked down the hall to his room, passing Mureln and the gypsies as they were returning. The three men only offered the Guardians curious looks before sitting down in silence to wait for Taylin to finish her work.

Chapter 8

Several hours later, Taylin emerged from Storm and Ash's room. The hall was lit only by the light of the rising moons through the glass panels of the ceiling. She leaned against the wall with a sigh to get her bearings. When a hand touched her arm, she startled. Mureln? With a relieved smile, she touched his cheek tenderly. Beloved, what are you still doing awake? You should be sleeping!

Mureln smiled, his worry plain in the depths of his eyes as he reached up to brush a tendril of hair back behind her ear. I'm just waiting for you, pretty lady. He looked at her searchingly, his smile fading. You are exhausted. He could not help but touch her swollen belly. The flutter of movement reassured him their child was unharmed. How are they?

Alive. Resting peacefully. More than that, I am too tired to see, Taylin informed him wearily. I expect they will sleep for at least two days. It will be at least a week until they have recovered enough to function. Longer to fully recover. She yawned. I'll be able to tell more once they are awake and any residual effects can be assessed. She smiled gently when Mureln touched her belly again, caressing his cheek lovingly. Our son is fine as the Swordanzen promised he would be through the protection of this blood crystal.

I know, Mureln whispered, kissing her